MOTHERS DAY
Oh that those lips had language, life has passes
With me, but roughly since I heard thee last.
Those lips thy own sweet smiles I see,
The same that oft in childhood solaced me,
Grieve no moor my son, chase all thy fears away.
The meek intelligence of those dear eyes
Faithful remembrance of one so dear,
Affectionate, a mother lost so long ago
I will obey not willingly alone,
But gladly as the precept were her own,
Walk while that face renews my finial grief,
You shrewdly wore charm for my relief-
Shall steep me in Elysian reverie
My mother! When I learned that thou was dead,
Say was thou conscious of the tears I shed?
Perhaps thou gives me, though unseen a kiss,
Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss-
Ah that maternal smile, it answers yes.
I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day,
And, turning from my nursery window, drew
Along, song sighs and wept a last adieu!
May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore
Due of tomorrow even from a child.
Thus many a sad tomorrow came and went,
Till all my stock of infant sorrow spent,
I learned at last submission to my lot
Though I less deplored thee never forgot.
Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more,
Children not mine have trod my nursery floor,
And where the garden robins, day bides
Drew me to school along the public way.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
